Free Under Fire (Winged Enemy MC Romance) by Olivia Ruin Page A

the club had even known that it existed I didn’t think I’d have to worry about someone figuring out the combination and making off with the contents.
    I locked the door behind me. It would be better if no one knew about the safe, and only Jed, Nathan and I had keys to the office. It would be safe enough in the meantime, especially since everyone had something more important to worry about at the moment.
    My hand had swollen suddenly and drastically. I probably broke it. Not what I needed right now. If Kat was a calculating killer I would need to be at the top of my game. Even if she wasn’t, there was someone out there targeting motorcycle club members, and I could very well get caught in the crossfire.

WISDOM
    I raced out of the clubhouse, stopping only long enough to see if any of the men had heard from and knew the locations of Jed, Kat or Nathan. The men were pretty deep in their cups for the most part, but at least a few of them were abstaining and keeping an alert eye out. I spoke with those men for a few seconds to warn them to be vigilant, trust no one, and always travel in groups of at least three.
    I quickly broke my own very last piece of advice as I climbed into my car and drove off by myself.
    I tore through town quickly, hitting every spot that I thought they could be. There was no bike parked at Jed’s, and nothing at Kat’s. I sat in my car at the end of her driveway for a minute before I decided to head to the Devil’s Roost. It was worth a check, and there may be a few of the men who had decided to set up shop there anyway.
    There were a few bikes lined up outside the bar, and the lights were on. I pulled into the parking lot and took a couple deep breaths to steady myself, the same routine that I used before firing my gun.
    With steeled resolve I headed up to the bar. Looking through the large windows, there were a couple of men sitting in the new chairs to the left of the entrance, and there, at the same back corner table that they had ensconced themselves at the first night she showed her face in town, were Jed and Kat.
    I paused despite myself. They were chatting away, faces animated, hands gesturing. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Jed’s face look quite the same way talking to anyone else, including myself.
    She really gets through to him in a way no one else does, doesn’t she? The bitter jealousy that I had been struggling with for the past couple of days reared its ugly head again. All of the momentum that I had given myself drained out of my body, and I couldn’t force myself to open the door and step inside. Instead I put my back to the wall and slid down until my ass hit pavement.
    Tears sprang to my eyes and I blinked rapidly to try and quell them. There was important work to be done, I couldn’t let myself get all emotional and useless.
    The more I tried to stop them, the harder they wanted to come, and I had to cut off a sob as it escaped my body. As though sensing weakness and wanting to pile on, the injury to my hand started to feel even worse, shooting pains running up my arm to the point that I could barely concentrate on feeling sorry for myself.
    I dimly heard a motorcycle pull up, but I couldn’t even force myself to raise my head up to see who it was at first. Only the thought that it could be the murderer gave me the energy to slip my gun out of its holster and take off the safety. I held it ready at my side in case I needed to fire quickly.
    Shoes scuffed the pavement as the owner made no attempt to be stealthy.
    “Who’s there?” I called. I winced as my voice quavered.
    “It’s Zach. Is that Leslie?”
    “Yes. What the hell are you doing out alone? You know you shouldn’t be out and about without at least a couple other members.”
    He appeared in the pool of light cast by the bar’s lights. A nonchalant shrug graced his shoulders. “I know, I forgot until I was already out on the road by myself anyways. At that point I was already halfway here, so I thought